Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Argentina and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Colin Newman to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Colin Newman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dead C,
MDC,
Scan 7,
Shoche,
Arthur Verocai,
Half Japanese,
Television Personalities,
The Beau Brummels,
The Zeros,
The Kinks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DNA,
Susan Cadogan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cluster,
Swell Maps,
This Heat,
The Offenders,
The Young Rascals,
Roxy Music,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nick Fraelich,
Magma,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
The Litter,
The Seeds,
Skaos,
B.T. Express,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Moon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marvin Gaye,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Unwound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sound Behaviour,
The Walker Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
The Techniques,
The Buckinghams,
Sarah Menescal,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soulsonic Force,
Yaz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultra Naté,
Model 500,
The Blues Magoos,
Groovy Waters,
Average White Band,
The Angels of Light,
Massinfluence,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.